Why I love my dictionary.

Thee, thou, thy, mine and etc… The call of old English –as they call it– and the deep meanings of words I’ve never heard of buzzes my head numb. But then the bitter thick letters of my healing dictionary opens my eyes to a level of understanding that I could sing the meaning of such words… Why I love my dictionary? It’s bulgy, somewhat heavy, and probably dusty too. But still, it is heavy of information, ever ready to divulge information to soak my mind with the definition of words necessary for me to express; to use those words I understood sometime when the time comes. But, then thanks to the geniuses of the 20^th and 21^st century the dictionary is at my fingertips through the messy bowl of networks of the internet and other programs and applications. I didn’t mean to sound unappreciative of the gift but the hard thick dictionaries and other old books that took (probably) years for the crafter to compile and write sits lonely in the shadows of spiderwebs in a shelf somewhere in the jungle of our house not even noticed as even if sometimes used as a decoration.I think from time to time let’s take our eyes of the radiation glower to spend some time for our eyes to linger in the mastery and pride of the past– those dictionaries and other books that used to be our bestfriends when the world paused. ;) Those coffee colored pages reminds us to be humble because of our humble beginning. But of course, not to remain in the past, but to look in past to learn from it, to prepare us for the so called future, to guide us in the present, to keep our feet on the ground from time to time to balance our lifestyle of defying gravity.

Peace Ya’ll. :D

juicy

P.S. and you can check out the internet with the new words of the new definition. :D hee,hee. Cheeky. ;)

Letters to men.

Dear all,

below is my desire. my game plan. i wish to follow it. i will follow it by God's grace and help. :D

xoxox,

josy

Letter 1:

Dear man,

Did you ever knew that in my dreams ‒the ones I have in between and during boring classes‒ you had a honey tongue that makes me ears numb in the tingle of your words, half drunken because it was almost to sweet to be heard? Alas, reality crumble down my dream because if did you just played the hurting game everybody else played.

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Letter 2:

Dear man,

You told me I am pretty. But I thought pretty is an underrated word to describe such magnificent creation. (aha ;) ) But then I thought again, the way you said it, it sounded like a quite impressive scientific adjective to design, describe, and to call a wonder...

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Letter 3:

Dear man,

My heart beats as fast as shifting lights in a tunnel-highway every time you blink and smile profusely at me. Am I being a fool or am I being a fool? You should know the answer to my fluttering questions knocking the door of you heart and teasing your eyes because it's either you have another of an opportune moment to toy with a beautiful person and an all precious heart. Or it's because none have ever uttered words and feelings such as I sing to you.

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Letter 4:

Dear man,

Let me tell you a thought most women have forgotten in sin. Purity and hearts or feelings are pure vessels used for the good of the people and of God. It is not played at. Like a flower the more you poke it the more its worth decreases, the more it's life span decreases. Eventually, it dies. Instead it should be taken care of as you would take care of your pet, your gadgets, your laptop, your face, your skin, your body, your life. Purity and heart or feelings given to the right person on the right time on the right place makes a beautiful song of harmony until it slowly ages, learn, and mature to become a symbol of happiness displayed for the glory of its Maker.

Now, don't you want to play that harmony instead of playing a short-lived game that ends in tragic brokenness?

Love always,

Lady - a daughter of eve

P.S. this is what i read in a book: Have fun! But don't hurt yourself. :) now, that's a game plan.

Laughter.

Laughter. A strong emotion. It gets us through tough times of embarrassment, hardship, broken hearts, and other sticky situation. I marvel how people have this ability to create laughter, that bubbly sound of life. I desire such gift to touch people more than magic can do, making a difference in a split second. But in one way or another, we have that built-in punch and kicks of jokes or actions to cause pure laughter that relieves sadness in a moment. Let's use it.

My friend, I know you have that talent. Perhaps you hide this awesome talent, or perhaps it's a dead seed waiting for a good soil and a drizzle of water to grow and bloom. Out, let it out, let it out. Let it bloom and travel and linger in God-made faces and hearts. For when the time of the wind comes and it blows to our faces to sing a serious song, we shall be ready and strong. There are much sorrow in the world, let's not add to that weight. God will help us.

To every [thing there is] a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: - Ecclesiastes 3:1